Draco Malfoy would never, ever admit he was obsessed. That would indicate a weakness, which he was convinced he did not have. Draco Malfoy was a man of refinement, allure and strength. He did not have time for weaknesses of any sort.Of course, he was obsessed.

“You’re obsessed,” Blaise Zabini told him helpfully from the desk he was perched on in Draco’s office.

Draco pursed his lips as he wrote down, in spiralled script, the latest office supplies he would need to order this month. He sucked on his quill-end absentmindedly.

“See!”

“What?”

“You just admitted it!” Blaise said simply, sliding from the desk.

Draco huffed, “I admitted nothing.”

“Did.”

“Didn’t.”

“Did!”

“Didn’t!” Draco stood up threateningly, emitting a grin from Blaise. Draco lowered his, alas, empty wand hand and began to pace, “It must be a spell.”

Blaise raised one eyebrow comically. Draco didn’t notice; he kept pacing. Blaise watched him, trying not to laugh out loud. He brushed his dark hair from his equally dark eyes, and caught Draco’s grey ones. The difference between the two men was astounding; Draco was as pale and blonde as Blaise was dark-skinned.

Blaise grinned again, slouching into Draco’s empty seat. He leant back in the chair, “Back in the dating game so fast though, Draco, after your wife‘s sad, sad passing.”

“I’m not back in the dating game!” Turning to face his friend, Draco stopped pacing for a moment, “And my ex-wife is very much alive. I have a load of bills to show for that, if you’d like some proof.”

Blaise ignored him, “You love her.”

“I don’t.”

“You want to kiss her.”

“I fucking don’t.”

“You want to bend her over this desk and--”

The office door opened.

“I hope the end of that sentence is ‘help her look for mislaid paper-clip‘, Zabini.”

Ginny Potter strolled into the room, her hips swaying with every step. Long, flaming hair hung at her waist, in soft waves.

“It is indeed,” Blaise raised his hands in defeat, “Please don’t beat me!” He added, with a mocking smirk.

Ginny rolled her eyes, slamming a notepad on the desk, “Malfoy; Wednesday morning, as promised.”

Draco nodded, a pink tinge appearing on his cheeks as Blaise grinned at the two of them. Ginny cocked an eyebrow, before wearingly shaking her head.

“I can tell the time,” Ginny retorted, “And, for the last time, it’s Potter.”

Draco winced, “You need to show some manners to your boss.”

“I do have manners,” Ginny perched at the end of Draco’s desk, grinning, “Unlike you,” She paused, and added, “Not unlike that son of yours! Where’d he come from?”

Draco smirked and walked around his desk. He pushed Blaise out of his chair and said firmly “Come back later, Blaise.” He sat in his seat, and said in a condescending tone, “Well you see, when a mother and father love each other very much…”

Ginny crinkled her nose, “I have three children, Malfoy. That bit isn’t the uncomfortable bit.” It was Draco’s turn to crinkle his nose.